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FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL TODAY!! but i’m also gonna start an outline to all those fic requests i got, be patient my loves 🤍🤍 hope you’re all having a wonderful day
When writing couples, I like to use the Kiss Rule:
If they have to kiss for you to know they’re in love, you’re not writing a romance right.
PETER PARKER IN FAR FROM HOME (2019)
Listen, Fury, this all seems like big-time, you know, huge, superhero kind of stuff. And, I mean I’m just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, sir.
I’m in an angsty mood lol so could you please write a Peter Parker imagine where the reader finds Peter kissing MJ even though he kissed her the day before and she makes him choose between herself and MJ. He chooses MJ but realizes a few weeks later after the Far From Home trip that he likes the reader.
hi there!! i’m sorry for the wait, i hope you’re still in the mood for angst lol.
may i present to you: Heartbreaks in Decision Making
Heartbreaks in Decision Making || Peter Parker
request: “I’m in an angsty mood lol so could you please write a Peter Parker imagine where the reader finds Peter kissing MJ even though he kissed her the day before and she makes him choose between herself and MJ. He chooses MJ but realizes a few weeks later after the Far From Home trip that he likes the reader.”
A/N: i’m sorry this took so long, but i hope it meets your expectations!! i added supporting characters of my own as well. thank you for such a juicy request!! NOT PROOF READ YET.
word count: 2342
WARNINGS: angst. cursing, and heartbreaking in my opinion.
You didn’t understand.
You definitely weren’t the ‘go-getter’ type, nor were you the kind of girl who just says what’s on their mind or heart. When the cook at a restaurant got your order wrong, you would smile and say ‘thank you’ instead of letting them know. You’re the kind of person that would stick around with whoever you were with until they were ready to go instead of finding a comfortable place to be by yourself. So when you had feelings for a boy, a boy like Peter Parker, it would be almost instinctive to either deny or hide those feelings as best as you could.
But you didn’t do either.
Instead, when the class got back to the hotel in Prague, you marched up to his hotel room with your hand curled into a fist, ready to confess your feelings for him when his door was yanked open. He was staring at you in shock while you gaped at him before nervously smiling and asking to talk. When his eyes moved away from yours and onto something ahead, you didn’t think much of it — but god, you wished you did.
You managed to do the hard part, and confessed how you felt to Peter. Granted, the message was relayed in a mixture of needless, nervous rambles. Your cheeks were red and you felt like your body was lit on fire under his eyes. Your heart was racing, but it practically stopped when he stepped forward, face inching towards yours and eyes closing shut. You stood frozen in place, letting his lips close to space between yours.
You let him kiss you.
But what you didn’t understand was how Peter could do something like that after what you had confessed to him, yet have his arms wrapped around another girl while their lips molded together. His eyes were shut and his pleasure filled face held a red tint. However, you knew Peter, and you knew he had a sixth sense, so you watched as his eyes sprung open during the kiss and began to swell with fear.
That was when your vision was blurred with tears.
He didn’t pull away from the girl, rather letting the kiss carry on with his eyes trained on you until she decided to pull away. She did eventually, and you could faintly hear the shy laughs they shared from where you were. You watched a few words be exhchanged and you wanted the floor to swallow you whole every time his eyes flickered to yours. Then, like anybody would, she turned around.
And when MJ sent you a tight lipped smile, it made sense. As much as it pained your heart to admit, you finally understood. The night before, you were looking for Peter, and he was looking for her.
Tears rolled down your cheeks as you scoffed, your arms wrapping around your body to act as a shield when MJ walked towards the entrance doors of the hotel, and Peter approached you hesitantly. The lights from inside the hotel was enough to see his tear-pricked eyes and guilty face when he was close enough in front of you. There was an aching silence between the two of you, but you didn’t dare to break it. You couldn’t bring yourself too.
“I’m sorry.” Peter whispered, his voice cracking as he tried to swallow down the rising bile in his throat. You brought your arms closer to your chest, chewing on the inside of your cheeks to try and prevent the new wave of tears threatening to spill. You didn’t meet his burning gaze, strictly staring past him. You couldn’t meet his eyes, hearing his voice told you enough. He was guilty, but wasn’t apologizing for what he did — he was apologizing for being caught.
It was silent again, and just as painful as the last time. You were racking your brain for something to say, questions popping up one after the other and it made your head throb, so you settled on the simplest one yet, asking, “Why?”
If it were any louder, you were certain Peter wouldn’t have been able to hear you. There was about six feet of space between the two of you, a brutal opposite to the night before — the memory made your stomach churn. With furrowed brows, Peter’s lips parted to speak, but after a few split moments, his mouth shut.
“I don’t know.”
Hearing his words made your head snap in his direction, a bewildered yet angry look in your eyes as you gaped at him. “You don’t know?” You repeated, taking a bold step forward with a clenched jaw. “You let me fall for a lie, Peter. Had I not been outside of this damn hotel, you wouldn’t have stop kissing MJ.” You spat through gritted teeth, feeling yourself grow hot at the fact that he was acting this way. Acting so remorseful for something he wanted to do.
You watched as Peter’s hand repeatedly clenched at his side, and he looked away from you. From this angle you could see a single tear fall from the corner of his glazed eyes. He was holding back, but you didn’t want him to. You wanted to truth.
“Y/N, you know I’ve liked MJ for a while now.” He muttered, actively avoiding your pained expression and flinching at the sound of your dry laugh. You knew this, you knew that Peter has had this crush on MJ since your sophomore year — so about a little over a year. Knowing this made telling Peter how you felt all the more nerve-racking, but it didn’t matter, he made the confusing choice of kissing you, and in turn complicated everything.
“Then why did you kiss me?!” You shouted, the sound of your voice echoing into the dark night. It was poetic, really. Getting your heart broken by the boy you love on a beautiful bridge at midnight in Europe. “It doesn’t matter!” Peter was now facing you, his heaving chest pairing with his bloodshot eyes that locks with your own. “This isn’t a game of bachelor, Peter.” You sniffled, casting your gaze away from him to get a chance to breathe because every time you looked at him, your throat closed up.
“So,” Peter cleared his throat, but the lump remained, making his voice strain. “So what are you saying?”
What were you saying? You didn’t exactly know. What you did know, however, was that as strong as you felt for Peter, you were not going to let yourself be treated second. Your bottom lip trembled as you released a shaking breath, locking with his.
“I’m saying you have to choose.”
As his eyes bored into yours, as the tension grew painfully thick in the silence, you knew. Just by the look in his eyes. The look in his brown orbs wasn’t one of someone who didn’t want to choose, it was the look of someone who didn’t want to tell you they weren’t choosing you.
And you knew.
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“I’m just saying!” Your friend, Lina, held her hands up in defense while you looked at her incredously. “He was too much of a nice guy! Guys like him always have something wrong with them.”
It’s been a few weeks since the incident with Peter that went down during your class trip to Europe, and by now, you have told your two closest friends, Lina and Meredith, who were absolutely livid upon hearing the news when you came back to the states in shambles. Meredith stared at the blue haired girl with a slacked jaw, her hand reaching over to flick her in the forehead. “God, Lina, you can’t just say shit like that! Y/N has been in love with him for like, ever.”
“You guys!” You sighed, crossing your arms over the cafeteria table and shaking your head at the both of them. “I’m right here, you know. You guys have been talking about what happened for the past fifteen minutes.”
The girls stared at you solemnly, casting their gazes down when the guilt began to eat at them. “We’re sorry, Y/N, it’s just- I can’t believe he would do that to you, his best friend of all people, and not have a care in the world flaunting his relationship with MJ like he didn’t hurt you to get it.” Lina said gently, placing her hand on top of yours and squeezing it.
She was right, both of them were. However, as hurtful as it was, you didn’t want to dwell on it forever. Sure, he made you believe in something false, but you’d rather say it could’ve been worse.
“Listen, I’m fine!” You laughed lightly, sending both girls a tight lipped smile which they weakly returned. “What’s done is done, and if he’s happy with MJ and how things turned out then.. then so be it.” You finally said, brushing off the fact that your words were beginning to sound like they were moreso said for you then for them. As you waited for a response from one of the two, your brows scrunched together when watching Meredith’s gaze drift and her elbow jutting into Lina’s side to bring it to her attention. “Mer, what’re you looking a..” Your voice trailed off as you turned around in your seat, eyes widening at the sight before you.
Peter.
“Can- Can I talk to you?” His voice stuttered with hesitance, averting his eyes away from the two girls behind you that were staring at him with vicious glares and kept them on you. “Please?”
A small huff came from your nose, and you turned around to send a simple nod to Lina and Meredith before getting up to follow behind Peter.
He ended up leading you into an empty science room, deserted lab tables with the lights turned off to leave the skylight from the windows to do it’s job. With crossed arms, you watched as Peter grew anxious. Even with his back to you, you knew that he was most likely fidgeting with his fingers while he was bouncing on his foot.
“I lied.” said Peter suddenly.
He turned around to face you, and you could now see his hands quickly wringing together. You stared at him blankly, cocking your eyebrow up at him to silently tell him to carry on.
“I do know why I kissed you that night in Prague.” He admitted, watching carefully as your eyes slightly widened at the confession. Too many questions whizzed around in your head in that moment, it was beginning to overwhelm you. “It wasn’t because I was trying to spare your feelings, or to make you feel good. It was because I like you- no, no, I love you.” Peter’s eyes never strayed from yours as he spoke clearly, and for the first time talking to him since that night, he didn’t stutter. He meant it.
The thought alone made tears prick your eyes.
“Why are you telling me this, Peter?” You croaked, your tearful eyes searching his wide ones frantically. He was with MJ, you thought. He chose her, he’s happy with her — so why was he telling you all of this now?
Peter pursed his lips, letting his gaze fall to the floor as if there was something of interest there. “Because I-” He sighed, his shoulders tense with nerves before he boldly caught your stare, saying, “I made a mistake.”
A mistake. The words nearly made you laugh.
“A mistake?” You repeated, lips parted to just let it all out before you stopped. Instead, a scoff emitted from your throat, pairing with your shaking head. “There was no mistake in what you did, Peter. You chose her and-”
“And it should’ve been you.” He interrupted, daringly taking a small step forward that you allowed, only because you were too in shock at what he said. You stood there, frozen with a slacked jaw and bulging eyes. His words should’ve have, but they managed to pull at numerous heart strings and make your stomach churn. “It should’ve been you because it’s always been you, Y/N. I made a mistake because, I-I don’t know maybe I didn’t want to accept the truth, or maybe I didn’t want it to ruin anything. But I’m here now because I love you.”
Hearing his words should’ve made your heart flutter. You should’ve let a smile so wide it made you squint, take over your face. You should’ve jumped into his arms and kissed him ‘til the end of time because he does feel the same way.
But you didn’t.
Instead, you let the tears roll down your face. You looked away from him, and let your arms fall at your sides. “No.” You shook your head, looking up to see confusion swirl about it Peter’s brown eyes. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have to be with another girl to realize it. If you loved me, you wouldn’t have told me, to my face, that you’re reasoning for kissing MJ was because you’ve liked her for a long time.”
You shook your head at him in disbelief, slowly backing up towards the door of the science room and placing a steady hand on the handle. Your fingers brushed at your cheeks to rid them of the tears that fell, and you sniffled, straightening out your composure.
“You may have made a mistake, Peter, but I will not let you hurt two girls in the process of making yourself happy.”
With that, you turned away from him, walking through the door and back to your friends who stared at you expectantly.
Peter stayed there. He stood in the front of the science lab with a dazed look in his glazed eyes, jaw clenched shut. Then, he let the tears fall. The tears he held in until you left, he let them glide down the sides of his face while putting his head in his hands.
He made a mistake, and he was going to have to live with that forever.
You Scare Me - Peter Parker
summery: she had known him for so long, wasn’t it meant to be obvious that every night he snuck out of his bedroom to save the world?
pairing: Taylor Hayes x Peter Parker
words: 1.7k
warnings: heartbreak, angst
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They were friends before Tony Stark laid down his life for the greater good of humanity, before elementals shattered a city, and long before Peter Parker ever identified as Spiderman. When they were just kids in a concrete city she would climb into his room, curious eyes wide and ready for an adventure. When they were teenagers, it was no surprise to anybody that beneath the big apple’s influence they fell in love. It was young and it was cherished, until it wasn’t.
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Science Partners || Peter Parker
A/N: this fic gives me major peter & mj vibes.. also, in order to write this i had to do a lot of google searching to get somewhat accurate information on how peter makes his web shooters!!
word count: 1872
WARNINGS: none :)
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Ever since you transferred to Midtown High for your sophomore year of high school, you found yourself lacking something that was considered vital to your high school experience — friends.
You weren’t shy, just that most people didn’t seem to spark your interest enough to start a friendship and although you didn’t mind being by yourself, you always wondered what it would be like to have one or two friends to talk to in a few classes, or at lunch. Something other than sitting with the librarian who often sent you pity glances when she thought you weren’t looking, you always caught them though.
You only seemed to be completely content with not having someone tap at your shoulder to whisper something to you while the teacher spoke in one class — chemistry. The love for science you had was overwhelming, you absorbed every ounce of information given to you in each lesson, but of course, you knew bits and pieces of what was being spoken.
“So!” The teacher clapped her hands together to bring your class’s attention to the front. “For the remainder of the period, you all will continue our stoichiometry lesson in groups of two, which will be your lab partners, on the relationship between moles and mass with the today’s experiment. The guide is already taped to your tables.” She announced, eyes scanning over the students who quickly began working on the lab assignment before stilling on you. “Y/N, I know you enjoy working on your own, but I would like for you to join Peter for this assignment.”
Your eyes bulged at the mention of his name. Peter. As in Peter Parker. As in the boy you’ve had a silly little crush on since you started school at Midtown. It wasn’t anything serious, you’ve never spoken to him, but you always thought he was cute — and incredibly intelligent, which was a plus. Swallowing thickly, you scooped up your things from your lab table and shuffled towards the front lab stations, where Peter was located. It was almost as though he was in his own little world, unaware of the fact that the teacher had paired the two of you up together as he scribbled in his notebook. “Excuse me.” You muttered to catch his attention, placing your notebooks on the edge of the table to avoid touching any of Peter’s papers that were sprawled out all over. “Hi.”
His head snapped up in your direction, hand now still instead of writing, and blinked in surprise. You let your gaze drifted down to his papers that were covering what was now your side of the table. “H-Hi. Oh,” Peter gasped, hands reaching out to quickly clear the lab table of his papers. “I’m sorry.” He murmured sheepishly, his cheeks taking up a pale pink color.
“That’s okay, you’re fine.” You dismissed him, sliding into the stool and setting your bag on the floor, looking over the instructions for the lab. A smile appeared on your face once you finished reading and you looked over to Peter, who’s eyes were already on you expectantly. “This lab is fairly easy,” You said, grabbing ahold of your pencil and writing both of your names onto the given worksheet. “We just need to compare the theoretical values to the actual experimental mass once we react the sodium hydrogen with the hydrochloric acid.”
You felt the blood rush to your cheeks when you caught a glimpse at Peter’s stunned expression. His lips curled into an impressed grin before laughing lightly, a teasing tone in his voice when he said, “You sound like you know what you’re doing.”
A let out a few chuckles while turning to face him, a bashful look on your face. “I, uh- I just really love science.” You shrugged, although you made that fact very clear to him with your ramble. “I can work on this while you work on whatever you were before.” You offered, eyes trained on your paper while you calculated the formulas from the lab guide. You were already halfway through, managing to hold your conversation with Peter while getting the work done. Your head shook in disbelief at the thought, you were actually talking to him, not snagging sly glances at him from the back of class or in the hallways. It felt good.
Peter immediately declined, closing his notebook and leaning in closer in attempt to try and help you with the lab. “No, no, it’s fine! It’s nothing anyway.” He insisted, but you watched as his fingers were tapping against the wooden tabletop, itching to go back to writing in his notebook. You scoffed, setting down your pencil and putting the now completed worksheet to the side, crossing your arms over the table. “Yeah, right. Besides, the work is done, so maybe I could help?” You suggested, lips quirking into a smile that he nervously returned.
The brunette opened his mouth, stammering on his own words as he tried to figure out what the tell you. He couldn’t exactly say that he was working on a new web fluid formula for the shooters in his suit, because that would be doing the most irrational thing — exposing himself as spiderman to a girl he barely knew. Peter chewed on his bottom lip as he weighed out the pros and cons of you helping him figure out what he was missing in his formula. You’ve proven yourself to be incredibly smart, and quick when it comes to figuring out formulas.
He eventually nodded, cracking a smile that you eagerly returned. “Okay. Okay, yeah.” He agreed hesitantly, pulling his composition notebook from his side of the desk and in between the both of you. When opening the book, your eyes widened at the multiple formulas scribbled on the lined paper, some crossed out and others not, with the title of the page being ‘Web Fluid’
“‘Web Fluid?’” You read aloud, looking up from the page and to Peter, who was shifting about in his stool, bottom lip worried between his teeth. He felt his heart plummet to his stomach when your eyes narrowed at his anxious state. She knows, Peter thought underneath your suspicious stare. He opened his mouth to try and form some sort of excuse until you interrupted him to ask, “Are you into cosplay?”
It was safe to say that your question caught Peter off guard, with the way that his eyes practically popped out of his head and his cheeks flushed in what seemed like embarrassment. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, the thought of Peter actually being into cosplay and wearing a makeshift spiderman suit made your smile grow larger — it would be too cute.
Peter’s slacked jaw tightened to a grin as he watched you laugh, laughing a little himself and heart warming at the sound. He thought you had a beautiful laugh.
“What?! No, I’m not- I’m not into cosplay!” He cried, though the grin on his face didn’t fade, and neither did yours once your laughter died down. Peter shoved the notebook further into your direction and pointed to the unfinished equation. “Can you just help me, please?”
With a playful roll of your eyes, you slid the notebook in front of you, looking over his scribbles. You let out a hum while writing over some equations, brows raising at his overall impressive work. “I know what you’re missing,” You scooted your stool closer to Peter and tilted the page in his direction so he could see what parts of the formula you tweaked. “Whatever Spider-man’s webs are made out of, is relatively close to nylon. Flexible and durable. So since you don’t want to bring nylon to your cosplay parties,” You paused, giving him a pointed look, a few giggles following shortly when he sent you a playful glare. “You need to figure out a component mixture that that forms a tough, flexible fiber when it contacts air, yet doesn’t interfere with the foaming agent it mixes with for the inflation capacity you’re using here.”
You inhaled deeply, catching up on the amount of air you lost from explaining your theory and giving yourself a brief nod of approval before meeting Peter’s gaze. Feeling the blood rush back to your face once again, you couldn’t help but notice the way his brown eyes were swirling with something — admiration. “What?” You asked shyly, your hand finding its way to your face in attempt to cool down your heated skin. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Peter’s face held a dazed smile, dark brown eyes gone soft, and his chin was in the palm of his hand as he propped his elbow on the table. He looked straight out of a rom-com — and you really liked it. He simply shrugged, brown locks bouncing slightly at the movement.
“You’re really—”
Pretty. Peter had the urge to say pretty.
“Smart.”
Your lips parted to speak, but the shrilling sound of the bell cut in on you, signaling your lunch period. You slouched in your seat, not wanting to leave chemistry — not wanting to leave Peter. It was the most interaction you’ve gotten in a while, that was actually enjoyable, with someone you really liked and you didn’t want it to end. When you looked to the teenage boy next to you, he was wearing a similar solemn expression.
As you began to collect your stuff and shrug on your backpack, Peter’s hand quickly reached out to grasp your arm, making you almost immediately stop in your tracks. Turning on your head, you were met with Peter’s wary gaze and nervous smile.
“Do you- Do you want to go to lunch with me?” Peter asked, his thumb jutting over his shoulder towards the direction of the cafeteria, rocking on the back of his heels. You found yourself beaming at his invite, laughing lightly at how flustered he was. Deciding to have a little fun, you raised a teasing brow, asking, “Why?”
Instantly, Peter’s nerves visibly worsened, his hands going to grip on the straps of his backpack as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “To, you know, help with the web-cosplay-thing?” His voice rushed and raised barely an octave at the end, his lips then pursing in regret at his choice of words when your face lit up with amusement.
“So you admit it? You’re into cosplay?” You asked eagerly, a laugh threaded in your words that made Peter’s shoulders seemingly relax. He let out a noise similar to a whine, throwing his head back while taking a few short steps in the direction all the other students in the hallway were going. “I’m not into cosplay, Y/N! Do you want to go with me or not?”
The smug smile on your face waved into a gracious one, and when your playful teasing was finally put to rest, your heart swelled at the settling reality — Peter wanted to spend more time with you, outside of the chemistry lab.
So, readjusting the books in your arms, you sent Peter a nod, catching up to his retreating figure and nudging your elbow against his arm with a crooked smile.
“Lead the way, Parker.”
Glad you like the au’s so here my idea to give you inspiration. Mob!tom unknowingly dating assassin!reader who was hired to kill him and decided to get close to him to get the chance but is starting to think twice about killing him while dealing with the contract and the person who hired her😬 whatcha think?
literally had to put a pause on going to bed to read this and... I FRICKING LOVE IT!!! as soon as i read it i started imagining little bits and pieces of how i could make it into a little series, ur idea is very appreciated and i will definitely be taking up this idea :)))
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Cuddling with Spencer on the Plane
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Genre: Fluffiest fluff ever
Request: Can I get a HC of cuddling with Spencer on the jet after a case. Thank you!!!!
Quinn Speaks: First of all I love this request!! Thank you so much for sending it in <3
So it started off pretty innocent with it being a late night after a tiring case
You sat next to Spencer on the way home and as much as you tried to stay up, you ending up falling asleep on his shoulder
Just kinda leaning on it with your face smushed up against him
He kinda was freaking out and looked to JJ and Derek who were sitting across from you guys
They just kinda laughed and JJ told him not to move until you woke up and Derek kinda just teased him as he kept blushing
He didn’t move and just kinda watched you as you slept thinking to himself how peaceful you looked with your cheeks flushed lightly and mouth parted and your eyelashes were fluttering every now and then and how kissable your lips looked
It wasn’t until you all hit a spot of turbulence and it jolted you awake and Spencer was knocked out of his trance
You didn’t realize that you had been leaning on Spencer and just wondering why his cheeks were so pink
Turning away you went to sleep and Spencer kinda missed you just leaning on him but didn’t think to much of it
That was until it happened again about a month later
You had ended up tackling and unsub after chasing him through a busy city and it had been tolling on you
So as soon as you sat down on the jet you knocked out
Spencer took his normal seat next to you
Soon after liftoff everyone had the same idea as you and the team began to drift off to sleep
You unconsciously moved closer to Spencer and ending up leaning you head on his shoulder again
In his sleep he wrapped an arm around you and rested his head on top of yours
Emily woke up first and saw this and couldn’t resist taking a one or a few photo
Everyone else woke up soon after Emily except you and the doctor
JJ thought it was very cute, Morgan took photos like Emily had done, Hotch had secretly been hoping you 2 would get together and the thought made the man smile, Rossi made sure to mentally note this as another chapter in his autobiography
You woke up first and felt Spencer clinging onto you and looked to Emily for guidance as she just snickered and you grew more nervous
You had a crush on the slightly older man for some time now and this situation you were in right now didn’t help your feelings one bit
You stayed like this until the pilot announced they would be touching down
Spencer woke up and stretched out as you pretended to be sleeping still
Spencer had a small frown on his face as he thought that you hadn’t grabbed him in your sleep like you did last time
He shook off the feeling and ‘woke you up’ as the plane landed and everyone was on their way home
The next time it was totally on purpose
Spencer had a hard time with the case you had gotten back from as he related to most of the victims as they had been bullied in high school
Everyone was cautious around him and didn’t bother him on the way back home
Instead of sitting in his normal spot next to you, he sat upright on the couch and had a tired and blank look on his face
Everyone had fallen asleep except you and him
You felt as if you had to look after him
You made your way over to the coffee machine and made two cups of hot water as you put a tea bag into each of them
You walked over to him and placed the teas in the cup holders next to you
Spencer didn’t say anything for a while and you didn’t push him to tell you anything either
You both sat in silence and you occasionally took sips from your tea
He finally turned to you and spoke in a hushed voice
He ranted on about how he should saved them and that he could’ve done better
Then he asked you something
Something that you never thought the man would want from you
A hug
You nodded and opened your arms as he rushed into them and started quietly sobbing on your shoulder
You held him tight and rubbed his back sweetly as you felt you shirt getting damp
Soon Spencer was worn out and just clinging to you
You peeled away and saw his eye were droopy so you pushed him down lightly so he was laying on the couch
Grabbing a blanket and laying it over him and as you were walking away you felt him hand pull on yours
“Stay,” he whispered and you did just that
He moved over so that you could hold him as his head rested on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you
You cupped his cheek with one hand and traced his features as well as playing with his hair
You both fell asleep quickly and the team said nothing when you all woke up, not wanting to bother Spencer
After that it came natural for you and Spencer to cuddle up to each other after cases
“It’s just comfy,” you or Spencer would defend when the team asked you about it along with the classic, “we’re just friends!”
Both of you would blush and pretend to get back to whatever you were supposedly doing before
Then Spencer and you would grab dinner after cases or sneaking into each other’s hotel rooms on away cases to cuddle thinking the team didn’t notice they did or sit next to each other every place you went
The team was sick of it
They devised a plan that couldn’t fail
On the next plane ride home, Morgan would sit next to you and pretend to fall asleep on you
It worked
Spencer practically had smoke coming from his ears when he entered the plane and saw the Derek Morgan sat next to you, in his spot
His spot!!
As the flight went on Derek ‘fell asleep’ and even wrapped a hand around your waist
He hugged you multiple times before as well as saving your butt and vice versa so you didn’t really mind
Spencer did
Oh man did he mind
If looks could kill, Derek would be six feet underground
JJ and Emily stifled their giggles and Hotch hid his smile as Rossi was able to pretend to look over the case
Spencer could’ve swore that he saw Morgan’s signature smirk grace his face a couple times
When the plane landed Derek let go and everyone left the plane and packed up
Spencer pulled you aside when getting into the SUV’s
He admitted to his crush and that he often sleeps better with you around and never gets nightmares and if you didn’t feel the same it was totally fine and-
Bam!
You kissed him and successfully stopped his rambling
Pulling away slowly you started to apologize until he dropped his bags and pulled you face closer to his
He did the Spencer Kiss TM
Full face grab, super aggressive, and very passionate
Cheers were coming from nearby and when you two pulled away with swollen lips the team had smiles on their faces
Derek explained the plan and Spencer blushed as they teased him
JJ, Emily, Derek, and Rossi handed over 20 bucks to Hotch who smiled widely
“We were betting on you,” Emily explained, “Hotch bet Reid would make the first move but you would initiate the kiss.”
You giggled as Spencer just blushed further
From then on they would tease you two, but were so very happy for the both of you
i feel like when i write my words are so repetitive and it annoys my readers fhdffhdhh
tumblr is dying bc people won’t reblog content, and im not talking about how creators are posting less bc of that, it’s because it doesn’t matter how much new content and edits and gifs creators post, most people wont see it bc people dont reblog posts
Ok so you want to try writing new characters! Awesome and I have a fic idea/possible series if you’re comfortable, for you! First how do you feel about the mob!au and assassin!au for Tom Holland?
honestly, that sounds awesome! i actually love reading the mob!Tom fics from @duskholland’s account and would love to do something like that of my own. thanks for the idea! i’ll start putting some ideas together :)
Hello! Would you be comfortable writing about eating disorders? If so could you write something teen wolf like a preference or an imagine where the reader has one or more eating disorder ( I have binge eating disorder bulimia and I was recently diagnosed with body diamorphia ) thank you and I understand if you don't want to write about it, it's totally fine no offense taken!!
hi there! as much as i want all my readers to feel included, i don’t think i could write about eating disorders. this is only because i have never experienced the challenges of these disorders, and i don’t want to glaze over the effects/symptoms that are crucial or paint it out to be something it’s not. i hope you understand!
REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.
Please.
someone tell the mona lisa that she’s gonna be replaced